I had that drive ahead of me, a journey that I loved and hated in equal measure depending on the weather and the traffic. It was however always worthwhile as at the end of it, nearly 200 miles and about 4 hours later, I would arrive at my holiday / weekend /future retirement home. Overlooking the sea and nestled in an area of idyllic countryside, it was the fulfilment of a dream.
Today the journey would be slightly different as I would be driving on my own. My partner was unable to make it and so, not to miss an opportunity to spend a weekend at my cottage, I set off.
The CD stacker in the car was loaded with "my" music; music that normally caused cries of derision from my family, so today it was Led Zep, Yes, Pink Floyd, Deep Purple, Queen and Eric Clapton that would be testing the speakers in the car.
It was still very hot outside as I turned the air conditioning down a touch and off I set.
As I approached the M25 I could see the queue of traffic trying to get onto the slip road ahead of me. "Oh fuck!" I shouted aloud, out doing Robert Plant as he screamed his way through A Whole Lotta Love. This was not a good start to the journey.
I crawled along the M25 laughing at the speed limit signs showing 40 when at time I was lucky if I was doing 4 mph.
At least I was cool, the AC doing its stuff as I looked at the poor people with their windows open desperately trying to get some cool air into their car.
Eventually the sign for the M3 came up and I inched my way across towards the exit. As usual the traffic started to move better now and I was soon on the M3 doing my customary 80+ mph. Unfortunately, nature was indicating that that extra cup of coffee before I left was not a good idea and I would have to stop for a pit stop and relieve my now aching bladder. The next motorway service station was about 20 minutes away, and there was no chance of me getting there without an accident. Thankfully there was an exit before that and I quickly decided that I would take that, and hope and pray that there would be a lay by, bushes or something nearby that would allow me to stop and relieve myself.
As luck would have it within yards of the exit, there was a lay-by with numerous bushes. I screeched to a halt and ran into the bushes, undoing my fly as I ran, hoping I was hidden; I stood by a tree and held my aching prick as the stream of piss soaked the dry tree stem. I sighed with relieve as my bladder emptied and the pain in my stomach subsided.
With my bladder now empty, I put my prick back inside my boxers and did my fly up. As I turned around and headed out of the bushes I saw a young lady standing by my car.
It was obvious why I had just come out of the bushes and the embarrassment must have been clear to see as she looked at me approach my car.
She smiled at me as I got closer. She was attractive, in her late 20's and stood about 5 foot 6inches tall, with wavy shoulder length dark blonde hair. She was wearing a short yellow summer dress and was standing beside a fairly large sports bag.
She didn't move as I unlocked my car and opened the door.
"I am sorry to impose, but could I possibly ask you for a lift?" she said in a soft but well cultured voice. "I tried hitch hiking on the motorway and the police told me off and I haven't had any luck here. God it's hot!" she smiled and looked at me imploringly.
"Where are you going?" I said, immediately wishing I had said no to her request.
"South," she replied. "I saw you come off the motorway, you were heading south but I think you had to make eh, an emergency stop."
I laughed with embarrassment and averted looking at her. "Eh yes, you could say."
"So can I have a lift please, I won't be any problem?"
"OK, jump in; let me take your bag."
I picked up the bag which was really heavy. "My God, what have you got in here, a dead person?" I said as I picked it up and put it on the back seat of my car.
"No, but I wish it was," she said quietly and sighed as she sat down and did her seat belt up.
I looked at her and noticed her deep blue eyes now had a sadness to them and also, unfortunately, I noticed as the seatbelt tightened her dress to her body, she had the most fantastic breasts that appeared to be bra less. I say unfortunately as I was very reluctant to take a passenger and now I had one that was very attractive.
I started the car and Robert Plant continued his vocals. "Sorry, old man syndrome reliving his youth," I smiled as I turned the music off.
"Don't be sorry, I like that type of music," she said turning to me and smiling.
I turned the music back on, but at a slightly more sociable volume.
As I headed back to the motorway, she adjusted the vent to better blast the cold air at her face. "Thank you for taking me, I really appreciate it, and thanks for having a car with air conditioning. It's been so hot out there, this is fantastic. I'm Mary by the way."
"Hi Mary, I'm Will. And where would Mary really like to go, apart from South?"
"To be honest I don't know and don't care, I just want to get away."
Alarm bells started going off in my head. Had I picked up a loony?
The concern must have shown on my face as she leant towards me and gently touched my arm. "Hey don't worry, I had better explain. I have just split up from my boyfriend and all my worldly goods are in that bag. I just want to get the hell out of here and away from him and that bitch of a sister of mine so South was the first thing that came into my mind."
"Oh, OK. What will you do when you get to where you want to go, which you don't know where that is," I laughed.
Mary smiled. "Good point, but I will find a BnB or small hotel and book in there and then work out what I will do, as my job is pretty well stuffed now too. Where are you going?"
I told her the name of the village where my house was.
"Then I will go there. That's decided," she said and sat back and crossed her arms.
I immediately thought of why this was not a good decision, but said nothing as silence enveloped us apart from some fine keyboard work from Rick Wakeman as Yes did their stuff on the CD player.
Mary fiddled with the air vent and I could see why as I looked across at her. The cold air had obviously cooled her down; to such an extent that there was now no doubt that she wasn't wearing a bra. Her nipples were enlarged and clearly showing as they pushed against her dress. I looked down and saw her legs were long and nicely shaped and tanned. I admonished myself and told myself to concentrate on the road ahead.
Mary sighed and crossed her legs, making her dress ride higher than ever. "I can't believe that bastard did that, and with my bloody sister!"
"Sorry, did what?" I asked.
"Oh sorry, it's just my useless ex-boyfriend."
"Right, I see." But I didn't. I didn't have a clue.
"I came home from work early," she sighed, the emotion clear in her voice, "I work at a local pub as a manageress, to find my sister in my bed with my boyfriend. And while the term may be sleeping together, what I saw them doing certainly wasn't sleeping!"
"Oh, I see," and now I was beginning to!
"They just looked at me as I lost the plot. They stayed in bed as I screamed and shouted and ran around getting my stuff and filling the bag. And that's why it's so heavy. I had no idea. Not a clue. I didn't think there was anything wrong with our relationship. I have no idea how long he has been shagging my sister. Of all the people, you would think you could trust your own family."
"Yes," I nodded.
"There wasn't anything I wouldn't do for him in bed," she sighed again, probably realising that this was too much information before adding, "men eh?" and turning to me and smiling.
"We are not all bad, you know?" I said trying to stick up for me fellow male species.
"Still, I suppose it is better that he shagged my sister rather than my brother," she laughed.
